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Nov 2013
It was just once.
The smoldering hot metal pressed to my arm’s blank canvas.
It was just once,
but **** it felt good.

It was just once.
The same piece of metal
causing my sensitive skin to blister.

Never again, though.

It was just once.
That I dragged the blunt blade across my leg
making barely a mark.

It was just once.

but really…

Just once is all it takes.
Written by
Emily Foster
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